The scent of this old fashioned rose
has been drifting through the garden and the house for days..
like…
the breath
the warmth of tender skin
the back of the neck of a new born baby
all bathed and wrapped and sleeping
in soft, old white, new laundered cotton
stirred up with tones of purple lilac blossoms drifting through an open window
by lazy sunset fields
with..
shifting glimpses of new baked bread and coffee wafting through the air……
Until last night.
….Now spirited away by thunder storms and lightning….
All night through….
Gill McGrath©
Requiem to a Rose.
I am simply trying to describe a smell. But rather glad I took the photo yesterday.
Gill, you are a prolific and extraordinary writer, poetess and photographer, a killer combination…hats off girl!
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Oh Holly . I can’t get over you just said that. Can I just say thank you sweetheart ❤ xx
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Just telling it … you knock me out , no thank you necessary. ❤ hugs to you.
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Reblogged this on House of Heart and commented:
Gill is a multi gifted poetess, extraordinary!
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Thank you Holly ❤
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thank you!
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thank you
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my pleasure
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I love this – beautiful, descriptive writing and the rose – lovely. Thank you so much for sharing.
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thank you for your kind comments ❤
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